This has been one of those weeks where I needed to chill. I am about to go into an intense time and I think in anticipation, my body just shut down a bit. I was lethargic, sleepy and generally not in the mood to do much of anything.
Except of course, I had things to do so I did not really spend the week sitting around. But I did go to bed early. Correction: I fell asleep before midnight on top of the bed in my clothes at least three days this week. Felt like I was back in college.
And that got me to thinking about how nice it would be to be a student again. That was the life! On a gloomy Friday like today, I would probably have overslept. Eventually I would have dragged myself out of bed to head over to the cafeteria for lunch and then do a little people-watching from one of the windows in Upper Manley. Or maybe I would browse the vendors in Lower Manley. My friends would make plans to do something that night--usually a trip to the mall for dinner and/or a movie. Or maybe a party at some new hot spot or at someone's way off-campus apartment.
Life was soooo much simpler then. And looking back now, I gasp at all of the time I wasted!
Not that I wish that I had been doing something more productive (well, other than studying), but I miss being able to say that I did nothing all day without the weight of a guilty conscience. Nowadays if I confess to blowing off a whole day, it feels like I have committed the worst of the seven deadly sins--sloth (which is probably not the worst generally, but for a BBW...)
The nostalgia for my college days is not really about looking backwards or about laziness. It is trepidation about the days ahead. I have to be a grown up...and sometimes that really sucks.
So here's to getting it together, getting (most of) it done, and to facing the world with my game face.